Dad old chieftain , as mustache hair mist
Died of his wounds in a field of weeds zmyatogo .
Lived his life as a free wolf, not a clone under human bullet
Loved the sky - blue silk , but evidently firmly deceived!
Dust flies hooves , yes crack crafty " maxim "
Fog bullets dug everywhere Death comes for him ,
Yes , this time not by.
Damask dispensed at five , remember ! Land , whether fluff !
Not swollen from the heat, life goes on stupid rumors.
But dad was not sorry , and that he lived day ?
In the eyes of the devil looked so knew that gold is more expensive.
Dust flies hooves , yes crack crafty " maxim "
Fog bullets dug everywhere Death comes for him ,
Yes , this time not by.
Do not be sad , beauty Svetlana , wait - will beat enemies.
Sorry , there's no us Ataman , all died out around.
Forgot to bless , I jump and know nothing ,
Whether Sgin of love, heart pulyushku miles catch .
Dust flies hooves , yes crack crafty " maxim "
Fog bullets dug everywhere Death comes for him ,
Yes , this time not by.
